Great Aunt’s Underwear
Not long after the Caroline incident I went to stay with my aunt and uncle. Well, they were actually my great aunt and uncle, but due to a large family my father was one year older than Colin. Strange, but true.
Anyway, my parents were away and arranged for some work to be done on the house which meant I got to stay with Glenys, and Colin. I liked Glenys, she was petit and quite pretty in an elf-ish way. I’d seen her in a swimsuit and shorts, and despite many failed attempts I had yet to see her underwear.
At times she came across quite a prude so I always thought that her choice of underwear would be plain. I was right. During the three days stay I did get the opportunity on the second morning. They both worked and left early leaving me alone for an hour. It took less than a minute after the car left for me to run upstairs and find the right drawer.
It was not colour coordinated like Caroline’s, but everything had a place. It was big drawer with piles of tights, mostly tan, bra’s, mostly white, and knickers, mostly white cotton, but there were a few other colours, including a rainbow inspired pair.
I slipped on a white pair of knickers and tan tights. The bra was too small, so I gave it a miss. I found a gorgeous black dress amongst what seemed like hundreds in the large wardrobe.
This time knowing, I had a little longer I lay on the bed and stroked my cock probably imagining all sorts of things I wanted someone to do to me dressed as a girl.
Sigh, soon it was all over as I popped into the bathroom and finished myself off quickly. Unfortunately work beckoned so I placed everything back. I had learnt from last time to memorise where everything went as I checked for snags and marks, folded them and shut the drawers.
It was a one-off time although about five years later at a family party where Glenys was very ***** and having spilt a drink, I did bend her over with a gentle push on her shoulder, and with two smacks to her gorgeous skirt covered bottom told her she was a very naughty girl who might get a serious spanking if she did it again. She stood up, looked sheepishly at me and walked away leaving me to clear up and a raging hard cock.
Still every time I still see them it stirs very fond memories of what might have been.
Anyway, my parents were away and arranged for some work to be done on the house which meant I got to stay with Glenys, and Colin. I liked Glenys, she was petit and quite pretty in an elf-ish way. I’d seen her in a swimsuit and shorts, and despite many failed attempts I had yet to see her underwear.
At times she came across quite a prude so I always thought that her choice of underwear would be plain. I was right. During the three days stay I did get the opportunity on the second morning. They both worked and left early leaving me alone for an hour. It took less than a minute after the car left for me to run upstairs and find the right drawer.
It was not colour coordinated like Caroline’s, but everything had a place. It was big drawer with piles of tights, mostly tan, bra’s, mostly white, and knickers, mostly white cotton, but there were a few other colours, including a rainbow inspired pair.
I slipped on a white pair of knickers and tan tights. The bra was too small, so I gave it a miss. I found a gorgeous black dress amongst what seemed like hundreds in the large wardrobe.
This time knowing, I had a little longer I lay on the bed and stroked my cock probably imagining all sorts of things I wanted someone to do to me dressed as a girl.
Sigh, soon it was all over as I popped into the bathroom and finished myself off quickly. Unfortunately work beckoned so I placed everything back. I had learnt from last time to memorise where everything went as I checked for snags and marks, folded them and shut the drawers.
It was a one-off time although about five years later at a family party where Glenys was very ***** and having spilt a drink, I did bend her over with a gentle push on her shoulder, and with two smacks to her gorgeous skirt covered bottom told her she was a very naughty girl who might get a serious spanking if she did it again. She stood up, looked sheepishly at me and walked away leaving me to clear up and a raging hard cock.
Still every time I still see them it stirs very fond memories of what might have been.
il y a 9 mois
